If fate is a millstone, then we are the grist. There is nothing we can do. So I wish for strength. If I cannot protect them from the wheel, then give me a strong blade, and enough strength... to shatter fate.

Mewtwo: Humans, you have served your purpose. I am sparing your lives... for the moment. But you cannot escape your fate. The hour of my vengeance draws near. (explosion; his cloned Pokemon enter the arena) Behold. With humans and Pokemon eliminated, the clones shall inherit the world. Ash:You can't do this. I won't let you.

Doesn't matter what the press says. Doesn't matter what the politicians or the mobs say. Doesn't matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right. This nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world - "No, you move."

Captain Haddock: Alright then, what's the plan? Tintin:There is no plan. Captain Haddock: Of course there's a plan. You've always got a plan. Tintin: Not this time. Sakharine has the scrolls, they'll lead him to the treasure, it could be anywhere in the world. We'll never see him again. It's over Captain Haddock: I thought you were an optimist. Tintin: You were wrong, weren't you? I’m a realist. Captain Haddock: Ah, it's just another name for a quitter. Tintin: You can call me what you like. Don't you get it? We failed.Captain Haddock: Failed. There are plenty of others willing to call you a failure. A fool. A loser. A hopeless souse. Don't you EVER say it of yourself. You send out the wrong signal, that is what people pick up. Don't you understand? You care about something, you fight for it. You hit a wall, you push through it. There's something you need to know about failure, Tintin. You can never let it defeat you.

I will find the right tree. I must and I will. I will ford any stream! Climb any hill! Go over Niagara Falls on a log! Penetrate the impenetrable fog! Brave the terrors of Sinister Bog! I will find the Christmas tree we seek! I will find the right tree if it takes us a week!No matter what... no matter where... Just as sure as my name... (whispers to his son for a reminder of his name) is Papa Q. Bear!

This is CHRISTMAS! The season of perpetual hope! And I don't care if I have to get out on your runway and HITCHHIKE! If it costs me everything I own, if I have to sell my soul to the devil himself, I am going to get home to my son!

(Sam and Frodo have collapsed from exhaustion on the slopes of Mount Doom) Sam: Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream! Do you remember the taste of strawberries? Frodo: No, Sam. I can't recall the taste of food... nor the sound of water... nor the touch of grass. I'm... naked in the dark, with nothing, no veil... between me... and the wheel of fire! I can see him... with my waking eyes! Sam: Then let us be rid of it... once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you!

Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why? Why do you do it? Why? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose, and all of them are as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human mind can invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson! You must know it by now! You can't win! It's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson?! Why! Why do you persist?! Neo: Because I choose to.

Badasses, much like the Goonies, never say die. To that end, they never say diet, and their color recognition vocabulary is limited to just six words. They don't flinch, cry, hesitate, show fear, or act like they notice when it's raining. Even if it's raining really, really hard. Nothing bothers them, nobody stands in their way, and they refuse to yield when the situation is ten light-years beyond hopeless. No matter what the odds are, they won't accept anything less than victory at all costs.

Because my soul is my own. You cannot steal it from me. You cannot change it. You cannot buy it. I am mine. I have fought long and hard against horrors even you would respect. I have been beaten, but I have not yielded. I'm not going to start yielding now.

Lei varai barbu. [...] Like most such expressions, the exact translation was rather meaningless — "the true bearded one" — but the connotation was precise. The one you went with, when the family's life or honor was at stake. The one who might die in the doing, to be sure, since fortune was a fickle thing. But would neither flinch, nor hesitate, nor cry in pain or fear. Not ever. And who, even if he failed, would strike such terror in the family's enemies that they would never forget the penalty to be paid.

But even as hope died in Sam, or seemed to die, it was turned to a new strength. Sam's plain hobbit-face grew stern, almost grim, as the will hardened in him, and he felt through all his limbs a thrill, as if he was turning into some creature of stone and steel that neither despair nor weariness nor endless barren miles could subdue.

The survivors were those who learned to fight dirty, and live, and fight another day, and win, and win, and win, and for whom nothing, not comfort, or security, not family or friends or their immortal souls, was more important than winning. Dead men are losers by definition. Survival and victory. They weren't supermen, or immune to pain. They sweated in confusion and darkness. And with not one-half the physical resources Marilac possesses even now, they won.

The War. The humans, I think, knew they were doomed. But where another race would surrender to despair, the humans fought back with even greater strength. They made the Minbari fight for every inch of space. In my life, I have never seen anything like it; they would weep, they would pray, they would say goodbye to their loved ones, and then throw themselves - without fear or hesitation - at the very face of death itself, never surrendering. No one who saw them fighting against the inevitable could help but be moved to tears by their courage. Their stubborn nobility. When they ran out of ships, they used guns. When they ran out of guns, they used knives and sticks and bare hands. They were magnificent. I only hope that when it is my time, I may die with half as much dignity as I saw in their eyes in the end. They did this for two years; they never ran out of courage. But, in the end, they ran out of time.

Oh, I've played on with a heart attack, I've played on with a crutch, I've gone out there with two wooden legs, and I barely got a touch! I've played with busted kneecaps and I've played with a broken head, I have played when the club doctor called me clinically dead!

I've had malaria 'gainst the Eagles, broke my neck against the Crows, Had a triple multi-bypass compund fracture of my nose, I've had ulcers on me blisters and an abcess on the brain, I've had both arms amputated - I'm impervious to pain!

— Greg Champion, "With a Brace Upon My Knee", in reference to Jim Stynes and to the tune of "Oh, Susanna!"

The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice To change myself, I'd rather die Though they will not understand I won't make the greatest sacrifice You can't predict where the outcome lies You'll never take me alive

Unsinkable ships sink. Unbreakable walls break. Sometimes the things you think would never happen, Happen just like that. Unbendable steel bends. If the fury of the wind is unstoppable, I've learned to never underestimate, The impossible

— Joe Nicholls, "The Impossible"

I'm black and blue, beat up, but still I take the blows, 'Cause all I need is blood and sweat and skin and bone! I'll take this rage, rattle your cage, nobody said it's easy, It's do or die, only the strong survive! Get ready for the last stand! Get ready, I'm your hangman!

'Tis a lesson you should heed: Try, try again. If at first you don't succeed, Try, try again. Then your courage should appear; For if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear, Try, try again.

— William Edward Hickson, The Singing Master

Don't you fall now— For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

— Langston Hughes, "Mother to Son"

An' then there was my junior year, Billy had a brand new car. It was late, the road was wet, I guess the curve was just too sharp. I walked away without a scratch. They brought the helicopter in. Billy couldn't feel his legs. They said he'd never walk again. But Billy said he would an' his mom and daddy prayed, An' the day we graduated, he stood up to say:

"Fight on my men, Sir Andrew said, A little I'm hurt but not yet slain. I'll just lie down and bleed awhile, And I'll rise and fight again."

Oracle: Bruce! Can you hear me? Your vitals... They're dropping! It's like they're in freefall! You need to find whatever you're looking for now! Batman: (cough) ...How long have I got? Oracle: Oh, thank God! ...I'm not going to sugar-coat it; at this rate, I'd say minutes. Seriously, Bruce, you need to tell me what you want me to do. What do I get Robin to do? You know, if you don't... Batman: ...I'll make it.

The evil gods were just too strong. The good god suffered much pain, and was cast down again and again. It was covered in wounds, and drenched in blood, yet the good god never gave up. Again and again it rose to its feet. Again and again it forced back its tears, clenched its teeth, and with sword in hand did battle with the evil gods. As the evil gods looked upon the good god, they began to feel fear. Its suffering should be unbearable. It should be crying out in terrible pain. So how..... How does it keep standing?

Imagine for a second how many letters Mr. Rogers got in a day. He was neighbor to 13.6 million kids, and by the time they were too old to watch his show, they'd been replaced by 13.76 million kids. Every day, America 5 & Under waited for Mr. Rogers to come in and don one of his trademark sweaters. Therefore, you may find it unbelievable that Mr. Rogers answered all of his fan mail, which was pretty much ALL of the fan mail. Answering that much mail is a Sisyphean task, but if Mr. Rogers were pushing a boulder up a hill, I guarantee it would end with the boulder tearfully admitting that it had been abandoned by its father. Because when Mr. Rogers undertakes an impossible task, that task had better start writing its last will and testament.

The more you knock me down, the more I get back up The more you shut me up, the more I'm gonna shout The more you take from me, the more I'm gettin' back The more you try to break me, you're gonna see... You won't break me!

His shin wouldn't stop bleeding and he wouldn't stop smashing it into Piotrowski. You could tell he hated it, but Rob Kaman doesn't care - he will beat you with his own open wound just to teach you both how weak you are.

The process goes... you have to think: "This novel I am writing is no good." Then you have to think: "All my novels are no good." And then, when you reach that point, you can begin.

— Martin Amis

Whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender...

Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never - in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in except to convictions of honour, and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.

I think I'd have had to have my foot amputated before I came off this pitch.

— Chelsea captain John Terry, 2006

To endure is greater than to dare; to tire out hostile fortune; to be daunted by no difficulty; to keep heart when all have lost it; to go through intrigue spotless; and to forgo even ambition when the end is gained — who can say this is not greatness?

Determination gives you the resolve to keep going in spite of the roadblocks that lay before you.

— Denis Waitley

Without arrogance or the smallest deviation from truth it may be said that no history now extant can furnish an instance of an army's suffering such uncommon hardships as ours has done, and bearing them with the same patience and fortitude. To see men, without clothes to cover their nakedness, without blankets to lie on, without shoes, by which their marches might be traced by blood from their feet, and almost as often without provisions as with them, marching through the frost and snow, and at Christmas taking up their winter-quarters within a day's march of the enemy, without a house or hut to cover them, till they could be built, and submitting to it without a murmur, is a proof of patience and obedience, which in my opinion can scarce be paralleled.

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